Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 196: I Wouldn’t Trust Myself

Cassius's eyes gleamed with delight as he took in her flushed face. He savored the sight, his grin softening into something tender as he slowly lowered her to the ground, his hands lingering on her waist to steady her trembling legs.

But as her feet touched the floor, his gaze sharpened, catching something that made him pause.

"Diana..." He said, his voice curious. "It looks like you've been working yourself to the bone at the hospital—more than usual."

Her brow furrowed, confusion flickering in her dark eyes as she steadied herself against the wall. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"What makes you say that?" She asked, her tone puzzled. "I haven't been working any extra hours, just my normal shifts."

Her hands smoothed her dress, a reflexive gesture to reclaim her composure, though her skin still glowed with the heat of their closeness.

Cassius tilted his head, his eyes narrowing playfully as he pointed to her face.

"You're sweaty all over." He said, his voice laced with teasing concern. "Normally, you've got just a hint of perspiration, but this? You're practically glistening."

"Were you doing some heavy lifting at the hospital? Helping with repairs, maybe building a new wing?...Because this looks more like a laborer's sweat than a doctor's."

His tone was light, but his gaze was sharp, probing for the truth behind her flushed, damp appearance.

Embarrassment surged, her cheeks burning as she realized he'd noticed the sweat she'd thought she'd concealed and without thinking, she blurted,

"It's not from the hospital! It's just that I...I ran here, full speed, when I heard you'd come."

The words tumbled out before she could stop them, and her heart sank as she registered what she'd revealed. She'd hoped he wouldn't grasp the implication—that her frantic dash was driven by fear, a lack of trust in leaving him alone with Vivi, but Cassius was far too smart to miss it.

His smile shifted, a wry, almost betrayed curve to his lips as he leaned closer, his voice soft but pointed.

"So, you raced here because you thought I'd do something to your daughter while you were away." He said, his tone carrying a sting of hurt. "You didn't trust me, Diana, even after I swore I'd never force myself on her, never harm her."

His eyes searched hers, the playful glint dimmed by a flicker of disappointment, and the sight twisted her heart.

Panic flared, her hands fluttering as she scrambled to explain, to erase the hurt she'd caused. "Cassius, no, I —" She began, her voice trembling, desperate to cover her misstep, but before she could find the words, he surprised her.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, his expression softening as he shook his head, the betrayal in his eyes giving way to a wry amusement.

"It's alright..." He said, his voice warm with understanding, catching her off guard. "I wouldn't trust myself in matters like that either, not with a girl as lovely as Vivi."

"..And you're her mother, it's only natural you'd worry."

His casualness disarmed her, her shoulders relaxing as she realized he wasn't angry. If anything, his calm rationality was a stark contrast to the tantrum another man might have thrown, accusing her of betrayal.

Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a tender murmur.

"But you know, Diana, that fierce protectiveness of yours? It's one of the reasons I'm so drawn to you. Seeing you rush across the city, sweating and breathless, just to keep Vivi safe, it makes you so much more desirable in my eyes."

Her cheeks flushed anew, a shy warmth blooming in her chest at his compliment, her heart softening at his ability to turn her fear into praise. It was another reason she felt so safe with him—his knack for absorbing her words, her fears, and spinning them into something affirming, lifting the burden of judgment from her shoulders.

No matter what she said, he seemed to take it in stride. The thought steadied her, a quiet reassurance that she could be herself with him, unfiltered and unafraid.

But before she could respond, Cassius caught her off guard again, pulling a crisp handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish.

"Still..." He said, his tone teasing but gentle. "It's no excuse to go before your daughter looking like this, all sweaty and disheveled."

"...Vivi looks up to you, her perfect role model, so let me help you freshen up, make you the radiant lady she adores." His words were playful, but his eyes held a careful tenderness, like he was handling something precious.

Diana blinked, startled, her lips parting to protest.

"Cassius, there's no need. I can do it myself—"

She began, but the words faltered as he stepped closer, his handkerchief already brushing her cheek.

His touch was gentle, his fingers guiding the fabric across her skin with a care that made her breath catch. His eyes, focused and soft, studied her face as if she were a fragile doll, each dab of the handkerchief wiping away the sweat with meticulous precision.

The intimacy of the gesture, the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world sent a flutter through her chest, her earlier embarrassment melting into a quiet pleasure.

It felt...nice, being cared for so tenderly, and she found herself yielding, letting him tend to her without resistance.

His touch didn't stop at her face, though.

With the same meticulous care, he moved the handkerchief to her neck, dabbing the delicate skin where perspiration had gathered, his fingers grazing her pulse point with a gentleness that made her breath hitch.

Then, to her quiet surprise, he ventured lower, his gaze focused as he noticed the sheen of sweat glistening not just on her neck but across the generous swell of her chest.

Her voluptuous cleavage, rising and falling with each uneven breath, was damp with exertion, the soft, velvety skin catching the dim light in a way that drew his eyes.

He began at her collarbones, the handkerchief gliding over the smooth expanse and her throat felt dry, her heart quickening as he descended toward the sensitive curve of her cleavage, a territory both intimate and exposed.

She gulped, her pulse fluttering at the proximity to such a vulnerable spot, but his expression held her captive. She craved the comfort of his attention, the way he cherished her with each touch, and so she let him continue, her body softening under his care despite the heat building within her.

Cassius pressed the handkerchief into her cleavage, the fabric sinking into the plush, massive softness of her breasts, wiping away the sweat with a slow motion, while Diana watched from above, her cheeks flaming with a shy embarrassment, her breath shallow as he treated her dress with the utmost care, ensuring not a drop of perspiration remained.

The immortality of it, the way his fingers brushed her skin through the thin fabric, made her body hum with a forbidden warmth. She couldn't help but think that his touch was only making her hotter, her skin prickling with a fresh wave of heat, her pussy throbbing with a need she tried to ignore.

The more he touched her, the more she felt she'd sweat, her body betraying her with its eager response.

And just as she thought he was finishing, his hands pausing at the edge of her cleavage, Cassius surprised her.

His fingers slid beneath her breasts, cupping their heavy weight from underneath, his thumbs rubbing her soft breasts in a way that sent a jolt of embarrassment through her.

Her eyes widened, her blush deepening as he smiled, a mischievous glint in his crimson gaze.

"It seems you're sweating here too, Diana." He said, his voice low and teasing. "These beauties are so big, so heavy, they've trapped sweat beneath your dress. It'd be a shame to leave you uncomfortable, so let me wipe under there, too."

His gaze turned impish, his tone laced with a daring challenge.

"That is, if you would let me, my lady?...Let me clean the sweat from your bare breasts?"

Her face burned, a fervent flush spreading across her cheeks as she felt his hands kneading her breasts, his touch both possessive and tantalizing. The audacity of his request, the way his dominant gaze held hers, made her heart race with a reckless excitement she couldn't quell.

Caught in the heat of the moment, unable to escape the pull of his eyes, she nodded, a coy, almost reluctant gesture that belied the throb of anticipation in her lower body.

And in response, his smile widened, a grin that sent a shiver through her. "Good girl." He murmured, his voice a husky caress, and her body tingled at the praise, her submission to his will both shameful and exhilarating.

Under her watchful, blushing gaze, Cassius reached for the neckline of her dress, his fingers deftly tugging it down along with her bra. The fabric yielded slowly, revealing more of her pale, creamy skin until, with a soft bounce, one of breasts spilled free, the full, heavy mounds swaying in the open air.

Her pink nipples, already hardened from arousal, stood proud against the rosy flush of her areola, the sight so enticingly lewd that Diana's shame surged, her cheeks flaming as she realized what she was allowing this young man to do.

Yet, his admiring gaze, hungry and reverent, held her captive, her body trembling with a forbidden thrill as he took in the sight of her exposed flesh.

He raised the handkerchief, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin around her areola, poised to wipe the sweat that had gathered there, while Diana watched, her breath hitching, anticipation coiling in her belly as his touch hovered so close to her aching nipples.

But just as he began, a voice shattered the moment—Vivi's, bright and curious, calling from the room.

"Young Master Cassius? Mother? Are you there? Where've you been for so long?"

The sound was a jolt, yanking Diana from the haze of desire, her heart lurching with a blend of relief and bit of frustration.

Cassius chuckled, a low, resigned sound, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until tonight to finish cleaning you up, my love." He said, his voice laced with a promise that made her blush deepen.

She then moved to cover herself, her hands fumbling to push her breasts back into her dress, but Cassius caught her wrist, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Wait..." He said, his tone teasing but insistent. "It'd be a shame to let these beauties go unloved, don't you think?"

Before she could protest, he lowered himself, his lips closing over one nipple in a swift, ecstatic kiss.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

He sucked gently, like a babe seeking comfort, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud, drawing a soft whimper from her lips.

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Her body arched, pleasure spiking through her as he left. her nipple glistening with his saliva, the sight even more enticingly lewd.

"There..." He murmured, pulling back with a satisfied grin. "That should do for now."

His hands, pushed her breasts back into her dress, adjusting the fabric with a care that left her both embarrassed and secretly pleased, the warmth of his mouth lingering on her skin.

Diana's hands also flew to her dress, smoothing it frantically, her fingers trembling as she fixed her hair, trying to reclaim her composure before facing Vivi. Her cheeks were still flushed, her body humming with the echo of his touch, her nipple tingling where his lips had been.

Cassius on the other hand, already composed, his handkerchief tucked away, fixed her with a playful but pointed look.

"You know." He said, his voice low. "I'm fine with you not trusting me, Diana, but I'll admit it stings a little."

"...So, as compensation, I'm going to have some fun with you. A few pranks, let's say, to balance the scales."

His eyes gleamed with mischief, a knowing smirk curling his lips.

"You'll just have to bear it, since it's only fair for what you've done."

Her brow furrowed, confusion mingling with a spark of excitement as she opened her mouth to ask what he meant. But before she could, his hand darted out, delivering a firm, playful slap to her plump ass, the impact drawing a startled yelp from her lips.

Her cheeks blazed, her body jolting with shock and illicit thrill.

"Cassius!" She hissed, her voice a flustered whisper, but he only grinned, undeterred.

"Come along, Diana." He said, his tone light but commanding. "Your daughter's waiting."

He strode toward Vivi's room, his gait confident, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, while Diana hesitated, her heart racing, her mind swirling with questions about what "pranks" he had in store.

The uncertainty was both daunting and exhilarating, a reminder of the dangerous game they played. She knew she'd been wrong to doubt him, and if his teasing was the price, she'd bear it—though she prayed Vivi would remain oblivious to their immoral bond.

With a deep breath, she followed, her steps quickening to match his, her body still tingling from his touch, her mind alight with anticipation.

Whatever Cassius planned, she was at his mercy, caught in the intoxicating pull of their forbidden love, her heart thrumming with the promise of what lay ahead—pranks, passion, and a night that would test the boundaries of her desire...